Saturday, May 26

They said I had a fabulous figure. Good genes. How lucky. Que dichosa la Julita. Well-proportioned, tiny waist and delicately defined arms. Twenty years ago I had an almost flawless body - tight and alabaster, smooth and free of any stretchmarks, scars or dimples. I ate whatever I wished and never bothered with scales, sizes or exercise. I was 15 years old.

I began gaining weight in my twenties. Three to five pounds here. Two to three pounds there. I was becoming a woman and my body was evolving. They said I had such a "beautiful face" but that I was getting "fat" - "gorda" - "chubby" -- and I believed them.

I believed them and gained more weight without understanding why. I believed them and judged my body as no longer being perfect, no longer being good enough. I believed them and in doing so betrayed myself, my body and my spirit.

I am still over-weight by their standards. I walk into a room and I feel I am being scanned - has she lost weight? Or has she gained more? What a shame with that beautiful face...

My body continues to evolve - with yoga and age. My body has become my temple - my healthy temple - and I am slowing becoming DEAF to their spells that have more to do with THEIR weight and body issues.

Women, men - whomever reads this - please, please - watch what you say and what you don't say to the teenage girls in your life...

excerpt from a series of writings in progress, originally posted in 2007

Tuesday, May 22

"To attract good fortune, spend a new penny on an old friend, share an old pleasure with a new friend and lift up the heart of a true friend by writing her/his name on the wings of a dragon." - Proverb

Sunday, May 20

“I'm falling in love with somebody I have no right to fall in love with...I can't fall in love with this man, but it's just like a ring of fire.”- June Carter Cash (1929-2003)Love is a burning thing,And it makes a fiery ringBound by wild desireI fell into a ring of fire.

I fell into a burning ring of fireI went down, down, downAnd the flames went higher,And it burns, burn, burns,The ring of fire, the ring of fire.

The taste of love is sweetWhen hearts like ours meet.I fell for you like a childOh, but the fire ran wild.

Tuesday, May 8

"You never realize how much your mother loves you till you explore the attic -
and find every letter you ever sent her, every finger painting, clay pot, bead
necklace, Easter chicken, cardboard Santa Claus, paper-lace Mother's Day card
and school report since day one." - Pam Brown

Saturday, May 5

Friday, May 4

A mother exists in every woman.A mother is one who is loving and compassionate towards another.A mother is the one who loves unconditionally.A mother forgives.A mother survives.A mother nourishes.A mother heals.A mother need not give birth in order to be a mother.Can we be mothers to ourselves? I believe so...from my journals

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CASIMIRA grew up surrounded by art and storytelling with music and poetry playing a part of everyday life. She developed a fascination for textiles and clay since early childhood.

An educational background in art history and romance languages served as inspiration when CASIMIRA began creating poetic wearable pieces from wire, vintage beads and objets trouvés. She has studied in Europe and Latin America and is continuously diving into studio art courses. Private collectors may be found in Europe, Latin America, Australia, Asia, Canada and throughout the United States.

She believes in the healing power of nature, meditates under moonlight and wishes upon stars. She treasures old love letters, dreams of publishing her mountain of journals and of one day living by the sea...

When not painting, sculpting or writing, CASIMIRA is reading, playing with crystals and stones, practicing yoga, volunteering for favorite non-profits and dancing dreams into realities with her best friends and soul mates - her husband and their young children.